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Nov 13
We walk along
the edge of a street
In clumsy toes
and warm likely feet.

Thus in apart, you hold,
stand where you are
turn back and see,
to look, to find,
and catch my chin
in your soft palms
in this empty street
and place a gentle kiss.

Then we smile.
And you walk along
the edge of the street.
Some moment in between loved ones are the missing pieces of our hearts that come after their death.
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Nahin  21/M
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